mardi 4 novembre 2014

Freedom

Freedom is a strange
boon. When there is nothing to hold you back, there is nothing to
push you forward. You just have to take your shot, and nobody can
tell whether you'll miss or hit. Nobody can help you, and nobody can
stop you.

Freedom is a strange
boon. You stay suspended in limbo, with no point of references.
Floating through empty space, you try to recreate reality to your
liking, but it remains sketchy at best. Freedom is a strange boon.